Listen, kids, don’t look for clarity in this piece; it’s more like a disjointed symphony.
We’re neck-deep in the age of information, in a muck teeming with mental quicksand and deceptive clarity.
Think of this as a roadmap, scribbled in crayon on the back of some cosmic napkin something I’m leaving behind in the hope it helps you.
The space we inhabit now is uncharted, volatile, and seething with the essence of a thousand burning libraries.
I believe I’ve stumbled upon something —a process, an effect, a byproduct of grander schemes. It’s not headline news, but it’s true and it’s pertinent.
To some, it might be an apriori notion; to others, a maddening absurdity.
It functions for me, and perhaps it could serve you as well.